Wandering through a new city, I come upon a bridge: its rails loaded with locks. They call them "love locks." It gets me wondering how many locks long outlived the love they memorialized? How many were lust locks -- linked to the bridge before the couple really knew each other's vexing peccadillos? How many were like ill-advised back tattoos, a lover's name - someone one met in Vegas - and whose name one wouldn't otherwise remember, were it not inked across one's spine in a 120-point flame-festooned font?
Love Locks [Free Verse]